1"Ankh Of Despair"
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I hope that the last chapter was much more descriptive. I'll try to do the same with all of my chapters, but you have to understand that it is much easier to describe the beauty of Ancient Egypt than it is to describe a specific room or something. . . can't catch a readers interest by talking about boring walls! Readers want to hear about the scorching desert sun shedding light down upon the golden sand, each grain winking at the next creating the illusion of a glittering ocean. . . you see what I mean? Enjoy chapter sixteen!
According to Nachzes-Black Rider, chapter fifteen was good! It seems that when I write a chapter in the early morning (I started the other chapter around 10pm or something) it turns out pretty good! I hope that you all can see my dilemma with the descriptive stuff. Thanks for reviewing!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I own this plot though, so paws off!
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"Oh? And what exactly is it that we need to talk about?" Seto spun around in his computer chair, an irritated expression on his face, a sweat threatening to form just above his right brow.
"I know that you and I don't exactly get along-"
"We don't get along at all."
"Well. . . okay, whatever. The thing is, I've been having these strange visions and dreams lately, in fact only a moment ago when we were down the in the entrance hall, I had this vision that you and I were in a room and there was some sort of fighting going on and you-"
"Left to go join the fighting. . ." Seto finished, looking extremely unnerved. His blue eyes turned to the floor and fought to suppress a shiver from running up his spine. So Yami had, once again, seen the same thing, "What in the hell is going on. . .?" It wasn't really a question to be answered and it wasn't really even directed at anyone in particular. Yami had to resist his urge to cup the brunettes chin in one hand and tell him that everything was okay. Those blue eyes looked so troubled, quite different from the many other times he looked into them. Before, he could only see a wall. . . what could he be thinking right now?
"I think that they are memories, Seto."
"Don't call me Seto, call me Kaiba."
"Seto sounds better."
". . ."
"Please, will you just listen to me for once?"
"I'm always listening to your constant banter about this ancient Egypt bullshit! They aren't memories, it's our minds playing with us! There's no such thing as magic, and people can't live more than once, so even if we did have ancestors in ancient Egypt, we are not them!!!" He slammed his hand palm-down onto his desk to stress the point. His chest rose and fell, a sure sign that all of that yelling had done a bit of a number on him.
Yami suppressed his anger, trying his best not to shout at the young CEO, "Seto, would you stop pretending that this is all a coincidence? All of these visions really did happen 5,000 years ago! Get that through your thick skull!"
By now, Seto had stood from his chair and was now staring down upon the boy he though to be a fool. He hated being looked down on, and sitting down made it so that he had to look up into those crimson eyes, "None of that ever happened. I'm as straight as straight gets and I know for a fact that when a person dies, they are not born again." His eyes narrowed even more, his lips curved into an irritated frown.
There was no time for his mind to process the event which happened next. The angered pharaoh pulled the taller boy down to his level by yanking on his collar, their eyes meeting for a fraction of a second, and captured his soft lips in a chaste kiss. He released his death-grip on the billionaire's shirt, both of them opening their eyes which had been closed during that short moment in time, and looked up into those azure depths.
Seto's face had a rose-colored cheeks, puzzled eyes, and silence were all enough to tell the yami that his priest's soul was still alive, "You're about as straight as a crooked line, Seto Kaiba." He grinned a catlike grin and folded his arms, waiting for some sort of Kaiba-like remark.
The Kaiba just stood there, face still flushed and mouth opening and closing idiotically as though the air around him were some foreign substance. . . as though he couldn't breathe. Deep within, he was struggling, visions flying before his eyes. . .
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"You're so perfect, Yami. . . your lips are of the finest silk, your eyes of the most precious rubies, your hair is of the purest gold, you move with the utmost grace and your body is simply beautiful, every curve seeming to have been created by the Gods themselves. . ." They shared a passionate kiss, tears in the eyes of the one described because of the sweetness of it all. . .
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Seto snapped his eyes open, wondering briefly exactly when he had allowed them to close, his mouth had been left open, and he silently cursed himself for looking so ridiculous, as he imagined that he did by the look on the shorter boys face.
"Having fun Seto?" Yami chuckled, but his voice wasn't taunting, it was playful if anything at all, and his eyes had narrowed to slants, glazed over with a powerful lust. . . a lust for the priest that stood before him. . . the priest that he had claimed before and would give anything in the world to claim him once again. He reached up a hand, placing it at the back of the brunette's head, as though to guide Seto's lips back to his own.
The CEO's mind raced. No way! He can't kiss me! His lips were so soft though. . . there was something so familiar about it. . . no! I hate him! This is bullshit! This isn't happening to me! I'm going crazy. What's he doing? He wants me to kiss him again. . . no! I can't let him win me over like this! "No Yami." He pulled away from his rival's grasp, much to Yami's displeasure.
"Seto. . . please. . . just let me do this. . . just one kiss." His eyes pleaded.
"You already stole a kiss you sick fuck."
"Don't talk like that to me Seto. . . I don't want to steal a kiss from you. . . I want to give you a kiss and have you accept it. Just one and I promise I will leave you alone." He held the others' hands in his own, gently rubbing the tops with his thumbs.
Kaiba turned his head away, fighting inside his mind. . . he didn't know what to do. One little kiss doesn't make me gay, right? And it doesn't necessarily mean that I like him or love him or whatever, and it certainly doesn't mean that I want to be with him. . . "Just one?"
"Just one."
The brunette sighed, biting his lower lip slightly before leaning down, his face coming to a halt when his lips were within an inch of the former Pharaoh's. Yami closed the gap, his ruby eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the feeling of his priests plush lips up against his own. Seto's eyes had widened at first, but he unwillingly let them close, and something about the way this felt made everything feel so right.
Something warm flicked across his bottom lip and he didn't even think before opening his mouth. Yami explored the others' mouth with his tongue, treasuring the sweet taste. He mused at how it hadn't changed even after five thousand years.
The Pharaoh's brows furrowed as something entangled itself with his tongue, and he almost gasped when his realized what it was. Seto had forced his own tongue into the mouth of the crimson-eyed boy. The boy with the tri-colored hair didn't waste a moment more to marvel at this strange action, but instead continued the assault on the brunette's mouth.
Seeing as Seto didn't fight it, Yami slowly slid his hand up the taller boys shirt, his palm running all along his finely-toned chest, his fingers stopping to play with his nipples, which were now erect. The blue-eyed boy shivered, but showed no signs of forcing his past lover away. Yami broke the kiss, leaving a trail of licks and nibbles down along the skin of Seto's jaw and neck, eventually suckling on his collar bone. The former priest's eyes remained shut, a pleased smile creeping onto his lips. The Pharaoh shoved him onto his bed, grinning in a borderline-sadistic manner.
A pang of realization hit as Seto's sapphire eyes shot open, taking in all that had happened, "What the hell are you doing?!?! I said you could kiss me, not fuck me!"
Yami's eyes reflected pain and confusion as he hurriedly looked for an explanation, "I thought you wanted this, Seto! You never told me to stop, I thought you liked it!"
"You thought wrong!" He shoved the other clear across the room, rising from the bed and stalking out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
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The sound of the door rang through each and every hall in the mansion. It startled Mokuba and Yugi, who jumped from their places on the younger Kaiba's floor. In a hurry, Mokuba ran to his own door, opening it and poking his head out cautiously, as though some terrible monster was waiting for him on the other side. It may as well have been a monster. Seto stormed by, muttering imprecations under his breath, taking no notice of his little brother and the Pharaoh's modern look-alike watching him as he went.
The moment the brunette was out of hearing range, little Yugi stepped out into the hall, "Yami?" He began the journey down the wide hallway towards the closed door at the very end. Mokuba followed close at his heals, his face carrying a rather worried expression that matched the look on Yugi's childish face.
The crimson-eyed teen emerged from Seto's room, his cheeks tear-stained and his hair appearing to have been grabbed at by furious hands.
"Yami!" Yugi rushed to his side, "Did he hurt you?"
Yami Yugi looked down upon the younger boy, "I was rejected, Yugi. I was rejected. . . again." His voice quivered, which was certainly an unusual occurrence for the ruby-eyed boy, "Can we go home now? I really don't think I can stay here much longer, Yugi." Fresh tears spilled from his eyes as he pursed his lips in a failed attempt to suppress the warm liquid.
Frowning with brotherly concern, Yugi turned to Mokuba, "Thanks for inviting us over, Mokuba, but I think it's best that I get Yami home."
Mokuba pulled him aside, leaning in close to his ear, "Do you want me to have a talk with Seto?"
"Please do."
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Seto pulled at his brown locks, "What the hell is wrong with me?!?! How could I let him touch me like that?!?! Gods I. . . did I just put an 's' on that? No! There's only one God, if any! Ugh. . . this is all Yami's fault. All of that nonsense about ancient Egypt has drilled itself into my brain!" He thumbed through his Duel Monsters deck in a futile attempt to take his attention away from the disturbing encounter with the boy that called himself a Pharaoh.
He came across his Blue Eyes White Dragon. Ah yes, his treasured dragons. . . he loved them more than anything. . . well, other than Mokuba, that is. He stopped to think for a moment. Why exactly did he care about the card so much? That's easy, he thought, I love them because they are so rare and everyone wants them. They are a treasure to everyone. But somehow this answer didn't seem quite right.
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Pharaoh Yami swirled a thin finger in his priest's gorgeous, chestnut hair, "You're so beautiful, Seto my love. . . but I think that I love your eyes the most. They remind me much of precious sapphires. . . must like the eyes of your most prized monster, the Blue Eyes White Dragon. . . don't you agree, my love?"
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Seto shoved the cards back into the box he had taken them from, "I need some sleep." He looked at the clock. It was only three in the afternoon, "Damn. . . I guess I'll go get some fresh air. Fresh air always does a mind good." He picked up his violet coat (you know the one I mean) and put it on, leaving his office and heading downstairs.
In the entrance hall, he passed right by Yami, Yugi, and Mokuba, only stopping to tell Mokuba that he was going for a walk and would be back in an hour or so. He didn't bother to even spare the other two boys a respective glance as he left through the front door. . .
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Told you that I would write chapter sixteen before my Thanksgiving break was over! Expect chapter seventeen some time before December 17th. December 17th is the beginning of my Christmas break, which is when I will finish the fic. . . or so I hope. I have a feeling that this may last longer than I had hoped and that I won't get their relationship to the point that I want it to be at. . . of course I have been pondering leaving it the way it is and never make Yami and Seto get together in their current life. . . I'm sure I'd be killed for that though lol.
Anyways, this chapter scared me. Not only did I use the word fuck twice (now thrice) in this fic, which I have never done in any fic before, but I almost wrote a sex scene! (Believe me, it was highly tempting, but I'm sure that any lemon I wrote would suck.) Anyways, I hope that you all liked it a lot more than I did. Anyways, rate, review, and keep checking back for the next chapter! Ja ne minna!
